“Incorrigible even.”
“That’s still not you telling me I’m wrong, just saying.”
He was wrong, and he wasn’t, but it was the latter that I refused to admit. Yes, perhaps I did enjoy the fact that he was willing to act like he was a couple of steps away from whipping his dick out to tease me. Then again, he’d already done that once on a different shopping trip. I never thought I would see a dick while trying to pick groceries, but there it was while I was browsing, sticking out of his pants. The horror that shot through me had almost been as strong as the arousal.
Dom had thought the look on my face had been the funniest thing in existence while he tucked himself away. I was left wondering whether we were about to get kicked out of the store, and what he had been thinking to be that hard in the grocery store. It had been his goal to shock me and turn me on, both of which he had managed in spades, and I wasn’t proud to admit that I had then let him have his way with me in his truck in a parking lot after we’d left.
I wasnotgoing to do that this time, though, and I turned away from him as I heard footsteps approaching. The worst thing I could do when Dom was trying to get a reaction out of me was to give him exactly what he wanted.
“Alright,” the attendant said loudly from the other side of the door as he entered, making me wince. God, the man probably thought we were all over each other while he’d left us alone. Either that, or Dom was right, and the man was hoping to walk in on something. The fact that he peeked in quickly before entering proved he had witnessed the whole show and knew Dom had been intentionally putting himself on display, but at least I didn’t see a flash of disappointment on his face. “I went ahead and got the bill for you as well. It’s itemized, so you can see if everything is up to your standard.”
“I appreciate that,” I said as I took the paper and looked it over. It was what I’d ordered, down to the very last tie, and Iabsently handed it to Dom. “Hold that for me, would you? I don’t have pockets.”
“Sure,” he said, taking it, and I watched as curiosity took over, and he glanced at it. I also saw the exact moment he realized what the total was as his eyes went wider than they had when he’d been trying to pretend innocence earlier.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been taken off guard by what I was willing to pay without batting an eye, which was probably good because he was more than happy to bat an eye for me. There were just some things I wasn’t willing to compromise on, and clothing was one of them. It wasn’t like I had hauled everything I’d owned down to Cresson Point, and the handful of suits I had brought with me were either ruined or being used repeatedly. One had been destroyed by the bomb Los Muertos had planted in the warehouse, another had been ruined when a printer had spat ink all over it, and another when Dom had thought it was a good idea to try to fuck me in the woods outside my house.
“This is a down payment on a nice house,” Dom muttered as he looked at the number at the bottom one last time before tucking it away.
“Ignore him,” I said when the attendant blinked at Dom and then turned to me with a smile.
“Oh, no worries,” he said with a bright smile before beginning to take the pins out of the clothes I had on. “We have never tried to portray ourselves as cheap.”
“I sure as shit hope not,” Dom said, letting out a heavy snort. “These clothes better massage you after you put them on for that price.”
Maybe I should have been annoyed that he was being so flippant and dismissive, but against all logic...I found it oddly endearing. My background was far more modest than his, but he had stuck with his while I had been flooded with more moneythan I knew what to do with. I didn’t flash my wealth, and I looked down my nose at people who did. His staying grounded in the everyday world, while he was horrified by the kind of money I was willing to shell out, was...normal. I found I craved the kind of normalcy he brought to my life, even if I sometimes wondered if it had a shelf life.
“And that takes care of that,” the attendant said. “I’ll leave you to get dressed. When you’re ready, meet me at the front.”
“Thank you,” I told him warmly. There it was, another glance toward Dom, and I rolled my eyes. Even if I wasn’t smitten with the man, I could objectively see that he was attractive. When you combined his good-looking face, the obviously well-built body, and his sheer size, it drew a lot of attention. I didn’t think he realized how much people looked at him until moments like this, when Dom shot me a knowing smirk, and I realized he probably knew most of the time but kept his comments to himself.
“I swear people drool over you because you’re half giant,” I muttered once the door had closed.
“I can’t help that my mom liked her men big,” he said with a shrug. “A shame she’s not still around, the two of you could probably use that as something in common.”
“I would never discuss your dick with your mother,” I said, horrified.
His eyes widened. “God, I just meant like...physically big in general, like...God, Levi. I wouldn’t want you talking to my mom about my dick, and I definitely wouldn’t want you talking to her about my dad’s dick!”
“You’re wondering if that’s where you got your?—”
“Shut it.”
It wasn’t often I had the chance to torment him, and I turned with a smirk as I grabbed the clothes and pulled them off with methodical, intentional slowness. “Oh? Is that...disturbing to you?”
“Very,” he said with a wrinkled nose. But I could see the way his eyes were getting darker, which they only did when he was pissed or turned on. I was hoping it was the latter because I didn’t want to piss him off when I was just trying to return the favor. “What are you doing?”
“As I was told, taking my clothes off,” I said as I set them on the nearby rack to be gathered up later and taken to be altered.
It didn’t take long until I was down to my boxer briefs, which were short cut. Earlier, Dom had been too distracted by a conversation on the phone to watch me while I stripped, and now his attention was locked onto me.
“Those don’t leave much to the imagination,” he noted, his expression hungry. “When did you put those on?”
“This morning,” I told him as I bent to retrieve my clothes from the chair.
“I don’t remember those,” he said, and I knew his eyes were sweeping over my ass like it was a last meal.
“Probably because you didn’t spend the night with me,” I reminded him.
